I'm Schreiben two novels, I know what most people think (WHY!) but i've decided to do one hand written and work upon it at school, where one of my teachers is happy to look at and talk to me about the errors that I've done. Whereas the other novel I'm working on the computer which i would like people to read it and discuss whats good and bad about it. Anyway, I've copied and pasted this novel that I've begun from an animal crossing Forum and here it is.
Chapter 1: The Frowning Mirror
The heat swarmed around me, wrapping me with comfort and content. I knew that this feeling that conflicted with my memories over the years would never end. But I still held onto the grains of willpower. Even if no-one else would. I glanced around New York city, Home to the stockbrokers living their lives in the riches and wealth of Greed and Pride. I spat at them. I mean, how can they live their life when all about them are losing themselves and becoming fragments of dust.
How...
Our president, Herbert Hoover, was everyones apfel, apple of the eye catch, in that he promised us what the stockbrokers had. With every fighting breathe that he could muster. He was the promise that we all wanted. I gently placed my hand within my jacke pocket, and pulled out a small black notepad, enscripted with the words "Diary". I flickered through the notepad until I reached a blank page. I withdrew my pen swiftly from my hosen, hose pocket and scribbled down the words "Not yet...".
"Hey Man" someone shouted from a distance. I could tell Von the low tone of the voice that it was my good friend Harry Poutts. His hair was straighted back far enough to look like he was in a gang, however, this was not the case for the ex-stokebroker that had his dreams shattered many years ago. I placed the notepad and pen safely back into my pocket.
"Hey Harry, what Du up to today then?" I replied politely but dazled Von the sunlights blaze in my eyes.
"I've joined this book club, i-i-its really FUN!"
(Oh yeah, he's also stutters a lot due to an accident from the past)
"Cool, hey, wanna get some drinks before we head of"
"Sure, i-im gonna get drunker than an Irish bartender on a Saturdays night!"
"Haha, let's go"
As we walked off together down the streets, a calm wind blew that very same moment, almost as though a heed of warning.
The sweet aroma of hot Hunde and fumes filled our panting lungs. My eyes twitched as though they had movement of their own. People hussled up and down the straße almost as though they had something Mehr important to do then the other person. I pulled out my cigarettes and lighter and began striking it. I threw the lighter back inside my crisp dry hosen, hose pocket and blew out poisonous gas from my cracked lips.
"Harry, how is your wife doing?" I sagte abruptedly.
Harry eyes and eyebrows look down to the floor painfully.
"Sam, I mean no offence when I say this, but I don't think that this is the best time to talk about things like this now." Harry answered, with deep thought.
"I'm sorry, is it because-"
Harry nodded his head in confirmation.
"Oh" I said. "Sorry"
As we got to Lomans Road, I sensed a spicy taste of satisfaction as our eyes grew upon our sanctuary, Eddies Bar.
I would like to get some feedback so far so that I can carry on with it. If Du have any Fragen about what the novel is all about oder what is happening, I'll be grateful to explain.
Chapter 1: The Frowning Mirror
The heat swarmed around me, wrapping me with comfort and content. I knew that this feeling that conflicted with my memories over the years would never end. But I still held onto the grains of willpower. Even if no-one else would. I glanced around New York city, Home to the stockbrokers living their lives in the riches and wealth of Greed and Pride. I spat at them. I mean, how can they live their life when all about them are losing themselves and becoming fragments of dust.
How...
Our president, Herbert Hoover, was everyones apfel, apple of the eye catch, in that he promised us what the stockbrokers had. With every fighting breathe that he could muster. He was the promise that we all wanted. I gently placed my hand within my jacke pocket, and pulled out a small black notepad, enscripted with the words "Diary". I flickered through the notepad until I reached a blank page. I withdrew my pen swiftly from my hosen, hose pocket and scribbled down the words "Not yet...".
"Hey Man" someone shouted from a distance. I could tell Von the low tone of the voice that it was my good friend Harry Poutts. His hair was straighted back far enough to look like he was in a gang, however, this was not the case for the ex-stokebroker that had his dreams shattered many years ago. I placed the notepad and pen safely back into my pocket.
"Hey Harry, what Du up to today then?" I replied politely but dazled Von the sunlights blaze in my eyes.
"I've joined this book club, i-i-its really FUN!"
(Oh yeah, he's also stutters a lot due to an accident from the past)
"Cool, hey, wanna get some drinks before we head of"
"Sure, i-im gonna get drunker than an Irish bartender on a Saturdays night!"
"Haha, let's go"
As we walked off together down the streets, a calm wind blew that very same moment, almost as though a heed of warning.
The sweet aroma of hot Hunde and fumes filled our panting lungs. My eyes twitched as though they had movement of their own. People hussled up and down the straße almost as though they had something Mehr important to do then the other person. I pulled out my cigarettes and lighter and began striking it. I threw the lighter back inside my crisp dry hosen, hose pocket and blew out poisonous gas from my cracked lips.
"Harry, how is your wife doing?" I sagte abruptedly.
Harry eyes and eyebrows look down to the floor painfully.
"Sam, I mean no offence when I say this, but I don't think that this is the best time to talk about things like this now." Harry answered, with deep thought.
"I'm sorry, is it because-"
Harry nodded his head in confirmation.
"Oh" I said. "Sorry"
As we got to Lomans Road, I sensed a spicy taste of satisfaction as our eyes grew upon our sanctuary, Eddies Bar.
I would like to get some feedback so far so that I can carry on with it. If Du have any Fragen about what the novel is all about oder what is happening, I'll be grateful to explain.
The Weiter day, Meggan woke up at home.Another wolf like demons sat at the foot of her bed.She rubbed her eyes, it was still there."Wh- who are YOU?"Meggan asked scaredly."I'm Outsider."The demon said, then it wandered around.Every step it made shook the ground a bit.He walked through the wall, and didn't come back.
StarBurst
The car crash changed my life. It changed so much, that i'm not even living anymore. I walk the earth as a kinderd-spirit. Dead, forever. I follow my family sometimes. At one stage they actually thought they had a maus infestation. For the one hundredth time i'm sorry I broke your vase,Jannet. My daughter, she loves collecting china and other lovely trinkets and stuff like that. For a sixteen Jahr old she does have a lot. But Mike on the other hand, he loves cars,wants to become a famous race car driver. I worry for him, making his dreams so young, I did too. And look where it got me! Dead in my husband's car right in front of my kids! Of course, that was many years ago. On the road to becoming a famous song writer.
Prologue
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do Du use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do Du do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do Du use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do Du do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Baby Stroller
